Angels We Have Heard
Are High

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The Passion of the Tchotchke
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Friday, March 04, 2005

you asked for it

In the tradition of the Cavalcade of Bad Nativities, I have started a new section:

The Passion of the Tchotchke: Holy Week Kitsch-o-Rama. I'll be adding to it throughout Lent.

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Thursday, March 03, 2005

we put the spring in Springfield

I checked the ip addresses to see if it was the same person making all the nasty comments on my last entry, and it was, and I traced the ip to a place called Springfield College, so unfortunately my mental picture is always going to be: .

Look, spiritual formation is hard, messy work. Going to school part-time is hard (I'm taking the full load of classes, for the record). I'm doing this all on faith (since it certainly doesn't make sense from any practical standpoint), and sometimes my faith is up to the job and sometimes, well, I have to borrow some from someone else until the light breaks through a little bit.

In the obedience to God department, I'm not exactly Abraham. I'm not even Sarah (who did laugh back at the angels, remember). 
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Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Warning: Goopy

Hey, you know who rocks like a big rocking thing that is constantly set in 'rock' mode? That would be my husband.

For most of the time we've been married, he has been dealing with Sara's Vocational Crisis-o-Rama, which I have to tell you, does not come with a picnic basket. I myself am sometimes difficult to get along with, especially when I'm dealing with the big bad anxiety creature. But he just goes along, getting up at 6:00 a.m. so he can write before he has to go to his soul-crushing day job at the record store, and still taking care of the apartment and Clyde and me. I don't run out of Diet Coke, or cereal, or clean laundry, and it's pretty much because Dennis is on the job, while I sit and dither about what God wants me to do, which often takes the form of endless games of Poppit while I avoid doing homework. He's just really great, and patient, and sometimes he makes very yummy quiche.  
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